Paid In Full-Accountability
Summary: In the final war you aided Edgeshot in bringing Bakugo back to life with your healing quirk. However the damage done to your body from the backlash was irreversible. You could no longer be the hero you dreamed of being. You still tried to live life and even moved away for a bit. But now youâre back and Bakugo has been your aggressive nurse, but when he finds out things you havenât told him he feels like he hadnât paid you back at all. So when he finds out Mina is moving out, he feels like he finally has the opportunity to.
tags: slowburn, fluff, angst
a/n: this is truly a self indulgent fic/series for sure. Again thank you for the comments đĽš. Also I know itâs been WEEKS but somehow the Ao3 curse got me, but tumblr version bc wtf has life even been rn đ
"Chin up just a fraction, please. Perfect. Now look toward the balcony," the photographer called out, the sharp click clack of the shutter echoing through your living room.
Your apartment had been completely hijacked. What was usually a quiet space was now packed with softboxes, reflector umbrellas, and a crew of people you didnât know.
"Sorry, just a quick touch up!" a stylist mumbled, rushing forward with a powder brush to dab at your forehead. Another set of hands darted in to smooth down your dress, which perfectly matched the deep, muted tones of the tailored blazer Katsuki had been practically forced into.
He let out a low growl. "If one more person touches my collar, Iâm blasting this entire room to hell," he muttered, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear.
"Behave," you whispered back, keeping your face perfectly still for the makeup artist. "Itâs one interview. We agreed to this, remember?"
"I agreed to the interview, not a three hour fashion show in my own damn house," he grumbled.
The stylist stepped back, and the photographer beamed. "Excellent! Now, letâs get something a little more loving. Bakugo, slide your hand around her waist. Pull her in closer. Look like you actually enjoy being near each other."
Katsuki scoffed but did as he was told, his large, hand settling firmly against your waist. But as he pulled you close, his hand found the sensitive spot right above your ass. He gave it a sharp, deliberate squeeze.
You gasped, your posture going rigid as you shot him a warning glare. âKatsuki,â you hissed under your breath.
An infuriating smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What? Just doing what the guy said," he whispered down to you, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Look nice for the camera."
"Oh, so I donât look good for the camera?" You leaned into him,your eyebrow raising as your head tilted up as if leaning in for a sweet, romantic whisper.
âYou moron you-â
"Okay, let's try something different," the photographer called out, adjusting his lens.
"Miss, put your hand on his chest. Give me 'comfortable, intimate, at home.' Let's see that connection."
You shifted even closer, stepping into his space, your hand coming to his chest. Katsukiâs arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against his side. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit, but as soon as his lips were near your ear, his facade dropped into a low, aggressive mutter.
"This is bullshit. I don't want to be here," he grumbled. He leaned down a fraction more, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fake a seizure or faint or some shit. Get us out of this."
A muffled snort escaped you, and you forced your face to stay camera ready. "Right, itâs all fun and games until people want to call the ambulance while you start laughing at your disabled girlfriend on the floor."
"Iâd laugh at you either way," he shot back without a second of hesitation, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He mocked an announcement to the room in a dry undertone "Sheâs fine y'all, perfectly fine."
You huffed out a laugh, matching his energy instantly. "Don't call Paw Patrol."
Oddly enough that did it, the stupid inside joke you both got from TikTok. A sudden, sharp puff of air escaped katsukiâs nose, his shoulders shaking as he tried and failed to keep a straight face.
Right at that moment, one of the fashion assistants in the background stepped forward, holding up a bizarre props option.
"Um, Dynamight? For the 'at home' vibe, do you think you should be holding your cat? The photographer thinks- ."
Katsuki cut him off and just stared at the assistant, his eye twitching. âWhat the fuck is Smoke going to do?â
The assistant scrambled back into the crew, looking terrified.
Katsuki leaned back down to you, his voice dripping with pure disbelief. "If that extra shakes his head, heâd hear rocks."
You didn't even blink. "Nah, youâd just hear one large rock rumbling around inside."
A loud, unfiltered genuine laugh broke from his chest. His head tilted back, his entire body shaking as the image of a single, lonely boulder rattling around in the assistant's skull totally shattered his tough guy composure.
Seeing him completely fall apart cracked you up just as hard. A bright, breathless laugh came out of you, your hand on his chest helped you leaned into him for support, both of you absolutely dying of laughter.
Click. Click. Click.
"Yes! Gorgeous! Hold that exact energy!" the photographer yelled, snapping away in rapid succession.
Neither of you were paying attention to the crew anymore. Katsukiâs laughter died down into a soft, breathless grin, his eyes fixed entirely on your face, crinkling at the corners with that rare, brilliant warmth he only ever showed you.
"You're an idiot," he whispered, his hand squeezing your hips as your chest finally stopped heaving from the laughter.
"But I'm your idiot," you replied, your smile softening as you looked up at him.
"Yeah, the only idiot I want," he murmured, his voice low, completely tuning out the chaotic world around your apartment.
"And that's a wrap! Thank you both so much, that was incredible!" the photographer called out, finally signaling the end of the torment.
As the crew immediately began bustling around the living room to pack up the heavy lights and cables, you let out a massive sigh of relief, your shoulders slumping. "Oh, thank god. My joints hurt!â
âToo bad now we have the interviewâ. Katsuki quickly reminded you, earning an annoyed groan from you.
The atmosphere in your living room was hushed. Across from you sat a seasoned pro-hero interviewer, a recorder in hand and a carefully curated expression of professional empathy on her face.
"We appreciate you both sitting down with us for this exclusive," the interviewer began, her voice smooth. "The media has been in a frenzy since the incident last week involving Dynamight and Uraraka. Itâs a relief to finally hear the truth. So, to clarify for the public:
Dynamight, you werenât dating Uraraka but instead using it as a cover to protect your private life?â
"You think you're entitled to know everything just because I wear a costume? Itâs called a private life for a reason. Keep your nose out of it. Round face and I did a job. End of story.â
Katsuki jaw clenched, already annoyed as he stared down the reporter. Before he could say anything else, you placed a gentle, grounding hand on his forearm. You let out a nervous, airy laugh to cut through the tension in the room.
"Okay, okay, let me take this one, yeah?" You whispered to him, he was never good with interviews and you had known this since UA.
Katsuki let out a sharp "Tch," crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't step away, remaining planted right next to you like an angry, blonde gargoyle, but he went quiet glaring daggers at the crew.
You smiled warmly at the cameras, though your shoulders were a little tense. Katsukis aggressive tangents were legendary, and the editors already knew this part would be chopped.
"To answer your question: yes, the relationship with Uraraka was a PR strategy, and we appreciate her helping us keep our privacy for as long as she did.
As many of you know, I retired from hero work after the war, due to my health complications. Dealing with that and adjusting itâs been a lot to handle. It fluctuates day to day.â
You look over to katsuki, smiling lovingly at him, moving your hand from his forearm to his hands.
âKatsuki knew that putting me in the spotlight would add an exhausting amount of stress to my daily life, and his priority was, and always has been, my health and safety. He wasn't hiding me because I'm a secret. He was protecting my peace while I navigate this new chapter of my life. Heâs just being a good partner."
The interviewer made the exact âaweâ face that you expected, she fully turned her attention towards you as she realized you were much better at this than katsuki.
âThat is the sweetest thing Iâve ever heard. Truly true love between you two. Itâs hard to believe that you two werenât together during your time at UA?"
You smiled gently, shaking your head. "No, not at all. Back then, we were just classmates. After the final war, I actually left Japan entirely to return to my home country and be with my family. I needed time to heal and adjust to my new life."
Katsuki let out a sharp, quiet huff. "We didn't reconnect until she came back to Japan a little over a year ago. It took a few months of seeing each other again before things turned romantic. It wasn't some dramatic, hidden romance. Itâs just our life."
The interviewer nodded. "And speaking of adjusting... many people remember you as a brilliant support healer during the war. It was a tragedy when it was announced you had to retire. How is life treating you now?"
"It has its challenges," you said honestly, your voice steady. "But Iâm doing well. Iâve adapted." You paused, a small, proud smile touching your lips. "In fact, I actually just accepted an offer to return to UA next term as the new Recovery Girl."
The interviewerâs eyes widened with genuine delight. "Oh, that is wonderful news! A full-circle moment. But if I may ask... a lot of medical analysts at the time wondered how a quirk like yours could cause such severe, permanent nervous system damage. Was it just a freak reaction to the stress of the war?"
Katsuki went entirely still beside you. You could feel the sudden, icy spike in his posture.
You kept your composure, looking directly into the camera lens. "In the words a very good friend of mine, âMy body just moved on its ownâ. My quirk was meant for stabilization and healing. So when someoneâs life is completely fading... you don't stop, you push past the threshold because the alternative is unacceptable."
To the interviewer and the crew, it sounded like a beautiful, heroic platitude about the sacrifices made by the wartime generation. The interviewer even offered a sympathetic, misty eyed nod.
They didn't know the mechanics of your quirk. They didn't know that "the threshold" meant the exact point where biological backlash began.
But Katsuki knew.
His breath hitched. His crimson eyes darting over to you, wide and suddenly raw with a realization that hit him. You knew. All these years, he thought it was a tragic accident, an unforeseen consequence of a desperate moment. But you had just admitted, in front of everyone without them even realizing it, that you had looked at your own health, looked at his dying body, and consciously chose to trade your nervous system for his heartbeat.
His fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. The guilt, awe, and overwhelming fury of how much he loved you fought for dominance behind his eyes.
The interviewer, completely oblivious to the silent earthquake happening next to her, smiled. "Well, Japan is incredibly grateful for your sacrifice. Dynamight, do you have anything to add about how you feel regarding her new role at UA?"
He didn't look at the interviewer. He kept his eyes locked on the side of your face, his jaw working furiously as he tried to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat. When he finally spoke, his voice was a rough, gravelly growl.
"Sheâs going to be the best damn nurse that school has ever seen."
The interviewer as a few more basic questions before ending h the interview.
"And that is all the time we have for today!" the interviewer cut in smoothly, giving a practiced smile to the camera as the production crew moved to cut the feed.
As the crew started to pack up, you reached over and slid your fingers back into hand. He immediately gripped your hand back not with his usual explosive force, but with a trembling, fierce tightness, anchoring himself to you.
He didn't say a word. He just stood up, his grip on your hand tightening almost to the point of bruising, and hauled you out of the living room. He dragged you past the PR reps, past the managers, and straight into your bedroom, slamming the heavy door shut behind you.
"Katsukiâ"
"What the hell was that, y/n?!" he demanded, spinning around to face you. His voice wasnât his usual loud, explosive yell. It was low, cracked, and trembling with a terrifying mixture of fury and pain. "What the hell did you just say?"
You sighed, rubbing the space between your eyebrows where a stress headache was already forming. "I just told the truth."
"You willingly crossed your threshold," he spat, stepping into your space. His eyes were blown wide, searching your face, desperately begging you to tell him he misheard. "You told me it was a quirk accident. You told me you were caught off guard because of the chaos of the war. You never told me you chose to fry your own damn nervous system!"
"Because I knew you would react exactly like this!" you snapped back, your own exhaustion bubbling to the surface.
"How else am I supposed to react?!" Katsuki roared, the sparks finally snapping at his palms, though he pulled away as soon as it happened. "You permanently crippled yourself for me! Back then, we weren't even close! We barely talked at UA, you didn't love me, you didn't even like me half the time! So why? Why would you throw your entire future, your entire life away for someone who was already dead?!"
"Because you wanted it more than I did!"
The confession left your throat before you could stop it, echoing sharply against the walls of your bedroom.
Katsuki froze. The sparks in his hands died instantly. You let out a shaky, trembling breath, the weight of a decadeâs worth of hidden trauma finally fracturing.
"You think being a support healer is a gift, Katsuki? I was forced into the hero track the second my quirk manifested as a child. I didn't get a choice. By the time the final war hit, I had spent years watching people die. I watched heroes and civilians bleed out, I felt their skin grow cold under my hands, I heard them cry for their mothers. All the pain and death and the guilt I would carry. It was leaching something out of my soul."
You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very cold. Your stress was making your heart race, a familiar tremor starting in your fingers.
"I was exhausted," you whispered, looking down at the floor. "..emotionally and mentally I was hollowed out. I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't know I would end up with epilepsy. I didn't know I'd have to live with a broken body. But when I looked at you lying there, dying... I knew one thing for certain. You had the drive. You had the determination. You actually wanted the hero life. I didn't. I wanted out."
You looked up, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I gave you my heartbeat because you actually had a use for it. I just... I had nothing left to give."
"No, fuck that! No that is the stupidest, most messed up thing I've ever heard! Thatâs not true! You don't throw your entire life away just because you're tired! You donât get to- You don't let yourself get broken like this! If you felt that way you shouldâve-I donât- no!"
"You're screaming because you don't know what to do with yourself! You never needed to feel guilty, Katsuki. You never owed me anything!"
The word guilt had become somewhat of a trigger word in your relationship. The atmosphere suffocates you, and the sheer weight of that word drags you both backward into the past...
8 years ago. A hospital room in Japan. Suitcases packed.
"You're only doing this for yourself! Youâre trying to force me to get better, yelling at me to try harder in rehab, just so you don't have to feel guilty anymore!" You groaned trying your best to pack.
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Youâre just running away because itâs easier for you. Youâre giving up! You havenât even tried half of the shit I told you to do! Exercise, water, anything than giving up! I never asked you to save me!"
"Iâm not giving up! Iâm listening to my body. You've been drowning in guilt and now you want me magically cured so your conscience is clean! But if i hadnât done what i did then youâd be dead!â
The truth cut too deep. Katsukiâs eyes flash with a toxic mix of panic and rage. Defenseless and hurting, he strikes back with the cruelest thing he can think of.
"Fine. You want to quit? Go ahead. Run away and enjoy the rest of your life being a pathetic victim. I didnât ask you to ruin your own life for me! You think I want to look at you and be reminded every day of what you lost? Just go. Leave. Iâm done. Don't ever call me again."
âWow. Really?â You couldnât believe he just said those things, and the worst part was how casually and calmly he sounded.
He didnât answer you, he didnât even turn around, he walked out and slammed the door. The next day at the airport, he doesn't show up. He doesn't text. He leaves you to board the plane without any chance to talk one last time.
-END OF FLASH BACK-
Neither of you say another word. A staff member knocks on the door, trembling slightly as they announce they are almost done with cleaning up.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
For his entire life, victory meant pushing through, winning, and being the strongest hero. He had viewed your sacrifice as a tragic consequence of his own weakness. But hearing that you had used your own bodily destruction as an escape hatch from a world that was eating you alive? It broke something inside him.
He hated it. He hated that he was the reason you were broken, and he hated even more that your brokenness had been a relief to you.
Slowly, the anger drained out of him, leaving a raw ache. He closed the distance between you. He didn't grab you roughly this time. Instead, his hands reached out to cup your face. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, his forehead coming down to rest against yours.
"You stupid, exhausting idiot," he choked out, with a vulnerability he never showed the world. "You should've let me die. If the cost of me being a hero was you carrying a broken body for the rest of your life... it wasn't a fair trade."
"It was to me," you whispered, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, letting his warmth stabilize the tremors in your hands.
"Well, it's not to me," Katsuki muttered, his grip tightening protectively around your head, as if he could shield you from the past eight years just by holding on. "You're done sacrificing things. You hear me? You're going to take that UA job, you're going to heal those brats, and if you feel even a fraction of that exhaustion again, you walk away. I'll always back you and murder anyone before I let them take anything else from you."
You couldnât help but laugh slightly and his declaration of killing anyone who overworked you, but you were also genuinely grateful that he had your back. Katsuki just looked at you, as he swallowed down the bitter, heavy truth of what youâd carried all these years.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms completely around you. He pulled you against him firmly, letting you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His hand came up to rest on the back of your head, his fingers gently tangling in your hair.
He didn't yell. He didn't argue. He just held you, breathing you in, letting the steady, powerful rhythm of his own heart, the one you gave him,beat against your chest.
"Have you talked to your therapist about this?" he asked quietly. His voice was completely calm as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple. "About...all of it?"
You pressed your face deeper into his shoulder, "Yeah," you murmured, your voice muffled. "I have. I'm still talking about it."
Katsuki didn't push for details. He didn't ask what the therapist said or try to lecture you on your worth. He just gave a slow, single nod against your hair, understanding that healing from a fractured soul took a hell of a lot longer than a couple of months.
He just squeezed you tighter, his arms locking around you like an unbreakable vice, as if his sheer willpower alone could keep you safe from the ghosts of your childhood. He held you until your breathing finally leveled out, until the tension in your shoulders relaxed into his touch.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to look down at you. His eyes were still dark with a heavy, stormy kind of pain, but the explosive fury was gone. He leaned down and pressed a long, lingering kiss directly to your forehead.
"Okay," he muttered, his thumb brushing one last time over your cheek. "Okay."
He let his hands drop to his sides. He needed space. You could see it in the way his jaw was clenched, the way his mind was clearly racing, trying to completely rewrite his understanding of the last eight years of his life. He needed to go pace a room, or punch a heavy bag, or just sit in the dark and process the fact that the girl he loved had broken herself to save him, not out of a heroâs duty, but out of a desperate plea for peace.
"I'm gonna go check that the idiots are leaving," he said, his voice steady again. "Wait here. Don't let any of those media extras talk to you."
He turned and walked toward the door, his shoulders squared, carrying the weight of your confession with him as he stepped out into the hall.
Usually, you showered together, a routine born from comfort, but tonight, he didnât ask. He just grabbed his clothes and walked into the guest bathroom, leaving you to the master suite.
By the time you both finished, the air in the apartment felt thin. Katsuki stood by the kitchen counter, staring down at a glass of water, his shoulders tense, his mind clearly spinning out.
"Katsuki," you sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Use your words. I can practically hear your teeth grinding from here. You're still thinking about what I said at the interview."
He didn't look up. He didn't say a word, his jaw just tightened further.
Realizing he wasn't ready or willing to talk yet, you let out a tired breath. "Fine. I'm going to bed."
It was hours later when the mattress dipped.
You hadn't fallen asleep, the lingering tension between you kept your mind awake. You blinked open your eyes in the dim light of the bedroom to find Katsuki sitting at the foot of the bed. His back was to you, his head bowed, hunched over as if carrying a weight too heavy for his shoulders.
"I hated that you left," he said suddenly. His voice was rough, scraping through the quiet room. "At the time... I told myself that it felt like you were leaving because I couldn't support you the way you needed. Because I wasn't enough to keep you here."
You shifted, sitting up against the headboard. "Katsuki, Iâ"
"Iâm not done talking," he cut in, his tone sharp but malicious. He swallowed hard, his fists gripping the edge of the blanket. "I pushed you. Back in that hospital, I yelled at you to get better, to try harder... because I wanted to feel better about myself. I thought if I could force you to get better, maybe you wouldn't feel the need to leave Japan. I thought if you were healed, then I wouldn't have to feel so goddamn selfish for wanting you."
Your heart ached, a lump forming in your throat as the missing pieces of that awful fight finally fell into place.
"Katsuki, I didn't leave because of you," you said softly, reaching toward him. "I left because I needed to be around my loved ones. I was exhausted, and I needed to get out of the public eye. I needed to hide away and figure out who I was if I couldn't be a hero anymore. It was never because of you."
"You're not understanding," he said, and this time, his voice cracked. He turned his head just enough for you to see the raw pain in his profile. He wasn't yelling. He sounded entirely defeated. "Iâm saying I didn't listen to you. Everything I did back then... it was all selfish. And the worst part is, Iâm still being selfish."
He let out a shaky breath, looking down at his hands.
"I moved you in here. I want to spend every damn second with you. Even when you're just out with your friends, I sit here and I get pissed off because I just miss you. I want you home. I want you next to me. It's always about what I want."
The raw honesty of his words stripped away the last of your defenses. You crawled across the mattress, closing the distance between you, and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. You pressed your face into the warm space between his shoulder blades, holding him as tight.
"Shut up," you whispered, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over. "Just shut up, Katsuki."
As your tears soaked into the back of his shirt, the tension melted out of him. His hands came up, gripping your forearms where they were crossed over his chest, holding you back just as tightly. He didn't say anything else, just let you hold him, letting his own shaky breaths align with yours.
A soft, demanding meow broke the heavy silence.
From the foot of the bed, a small grey shape scrambled up the blankets. Smoke padded over, entirely indifferent to the emotional storm happening around him. He sniffed at Katsukiâs knee, gave a loud rumbling purr, and then flopped directly across Katsuki's lap, rolling onto his back to expose his fluffy stomach.
The sheer absurdity of the cat choosing this exact, devastating moment to demand belly rubs made you let out a wet, breathless laugh against Katsuki's back.
Katsuki looked down at the cat, a reluctant, huffing chuckle escaping his chest. He turned his head, finally looking at you over his shoulder. Your eyes met both of your faces stained with tears, but the heavy, suffocating wall that had been between you all day was completely gone.
As Katsuki reached down to lazily scratch Smoke behind the ears, a soft smile tugged at his lips, mirrored perfectly on yours.
Katsuki stared down at Smoke, his thumb mindlessly stroking the catâs soft fur, but his chest was heaving with a weight he couldnât seem to shake.
"I didn't listen to you," he muttered, his voice dropping into that gruff, rough register he used when he was stripping away his own armor. "Back then... I was trying to force your body past its damn limits again. You were telling at me to stop, telling me what you needed, and I just... I didn't fucking listen. I'm sorry."
Hearing those words, hearing him say them in his own stubborn, quiet way snapped the last thread of restraint holding you back.
You launched yourself forward again, wrapping your arms securely around his neck, hugging him so tightly it stole the air from his lungs.
"Itâs okay," you sobbed into his shoulder. "It was a confusing time for both of us, Katsuki. I was so angry. I was angry that my life wasn't really my life anymore, and it felt like there was absolutely no one who could understand what I was going through. When you tried to push me to get better... it just made me feel so insecure. It made me hate everything I couldn't do anymore."
Frustration and grief rolled off Katsuki in waves. You could feel the rigid tension in his frame snapping. Tears finally welled in his eyes, blurring his vision as he shifted, pulling you fully into his lap. He held you like you might disappear if he let go.
"I didn't know how to help you," he choked out, the admission tearing through him, raw and laced with anger at his own past helplessness. "I didn't know what to do, and it made me so goddamn mad."
"I know," you whispered, burying your face against his neck. "If I had just looked at your actions back then, instead of your words... I would have seen how much you really did try to care for me. How much you did listen. But we were just so wrapped up in our own complicated feelings. We didn't take the time to actually understand each other."
You pulled back just enough to look at him. With tears pooling in both of your eyes, the absolute vulnerability between you was staggering. There were no masks left. The truth of it finally settled over you both, eight years ago, you weren't invincible heroes. You were just teenagers trying to figure out how to survive the wreckage of your new lives.
Katsuki sniffled, his gaze dropping to your lips before rising back to your eyes. The unresolved ache from the interview still lingered in his jaw. "You knew, y/n, what it would do to you, and you stillâ"
You didn't let him finish. You leaned in and kissed him a deep, grounding kiss that silenced the remaining guilt in his head.
When you pulled away, you kept your hands cupping his face, your thumbs wiping away the tears escaping down his cheeks. "And Iâd do it again," you said softly, "I'd do it a thousand times over, Katsuki. Because I am so incredibly proud of who youâve become. Look at what youâve done with the life force I gave you. You're saving the world. It was worth it."
You validating him and telling him that youâre proud of him despite everything, was the breaking point.
Katsuki let out a broken, ragged sob. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his entire body trembling as the dam finally burst. A pro hero, the man the world saw as an unstoppable force, was completely undone in your arms, weeping out eight years of carrying a burden he was never meant to bear alone.
You held him tightly against you, rocking him slightly as you ran your fingers through his soft, blonde hair.
"I love you," you whispered into the quiet room, over and over, anchoring him to the present. "I love you so much, Katsuki."
"I love you," Katsuki choked out against your skin. It was a quiet, raw admission, followed by a fractured, "I'm so sorry, y/n."
"Thereâs nothing to be sorry about," you whispered, holding him closer. You stroked his hair, waiting a beat before asking, "Do you understand why thereâs nothing to be sorry about, Katsuki?"
He didnât lift his head. Even though you already knew he was crying, he stubbornly refused to let you see him sobbing like this. Instead, he just tightened his arms around you, his voice a muffled murmur against your neck. "Just let me hold you."
"Okay," you murmured. "Iâve got you."
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